Susie
and Flo are already inside the club. Their random text messages on the way
over told me they were the other side of sensible already. Their last text
said they were at the sugar booth on the right hand side of the bar. I made my
way across the dance floor, dodging sweaty bodies and flaying arms but still managed to end up with my face pressed up against some
stranger’s naked chest. Shocked, I just stood there. I didn’t move, I couldn’t
- bodies were pressing on all sides. I breathed in the sweaty, slightly musky
smell and rubbed my face against it, nuzzling into his masculinity; this was a
whole other creature to the sofa wildlife I had left slouching at home.
‘Well,
hi there.’ His deep husky voice melted into my ears.
‘Eh,
hi.’ I just about managed, stepping back and looking into two smiling eyes. I couldn’t think of anything more to say. He was ridiculously handsome;
dark eyes, high cheekbones, a straight, flaring nose. And his lips, full and
inviting, I wanted to reach up and kiss him.
I
quickly backed away, and bumped into the person behind me. Without knowing what
else to do I squeezed myself onwards through the crowd, kicking myself for not
being braver.
When
I found Susie and Flo they were sitting with a bunch of Hooray Henry’s and
swigging from their ample supply of champagne bottles. They were in the throws
of a fantastically flirty night and I really didn’t want to interrupt them with
my sober frustrations.
Instead
I headed for the quieter bar upstairs.
No one was in the chill lounge and the
bar was unattended. I waited for about five minutes then decided to pour myself
a large vodka and lime. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
‘What
does a man have to do to get a drink around here?’
I
looked up and it was naked chest man. He followed me up here. I was glad.
‘For
you, anything you like,’ I said boldly, fluttering my eyelashes.
He
smiled and walked towards me. ‘Well in that case I do have something in mind.’
Gosh!
Was it that easy! I gulped back my nerves just thankful he couldn’t see my legs
shaking behind the bar.
‘That’s
good because I thought you and I could have a long slow comfortable Screw up
against the wall.’ he said frankly.
‘I’ve
always preferred a little of sloe comforts,’ I said flirtatiously
‘I’m
game for some Southern Hospitality, if you are?’ His eyes undressing me with every syllable.
Was
I game? I wondered. But what about my boyfriend back home?
Yeah…what
about him? I thought. Was I going to spend my days hoping that he’ll want to do
something more exciting than sit in front of the TV and the occasional quick
bedroom session, bi-weekly at most? It’s obvious we don’t connect on anything
anymore. And yet here was a hot, hot guy standing in front of me, just waiting
for me to play.
Fuck
it!
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